Those Who Have Maxed Out the Level of the Horror Game Fall into a Novice Game

Lin Chen clutched the yellowed system activation contract, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the faded handwriting of the countdown to start the horror game. The sycamore leaves outside the window are falling rustlingly. Ten years have passed like quicksand between the fingers. The promises made by the system during the time travel have long been covered with dust. Three years after another, he grew from a young boy to a master of metaphysics who was proficient in Qi Men Dun Jia. From setting up a street stall to tell fortunes to establishing a Feng Shui office, even the system seemed to have disappeared. Until one late night when the rain was pouring, a scarlet prompt box suddenly exploded in the retina - congratulations to the host, the horror game has officially started. Lin Chen looked at the S-level difficulty copy that popped up on his phone, with a playful smile on his face. While other players were still trembling at the warning of 99% mortality rate, he was already carrying the ancestral peach wood sword and humming a tune as he stepped into the gloomy ancient house. The moonlight penetrated the mottled window lattice and stretched his figure. No one noticed the excitement gleaming in the eyes of this max-level boss. This game, nine years late, is destined to have its rules rewritten. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.